The name of this restaurant translates into "Boys in the Kitchen." Pingle and I visited after a weekend spent in Sevilla, Spain. Why do I brag? Sorry, don't mean to - there's a point. I didn't get to eat Gazpacho while in Spain and was regretting that when I peered at the top of the Des Gars menu. Voila - Gazpacho! While I waited for it to arrive, second-guessing took over. What the hell was I doing ordering Gazpacho in Paris? One spoonful into it and all questions were put to rest - it was rich, zesty and deliciously cooling.
Pingle did the "girl thing" and ordered "just a salad." This was one hell of a salad though - grilled prawns coated with sesame seeds on a bed of lettuce with some kind of anchovy ceaser dressing. I took a few bites - it was pretty tasty. Pingle told me she'd come back over and over just to eat this.
My main was a tad disappointing - not in execution - it just didn't line up with my palate. Chunks of pork, wrapped in bacon, wading in a pool of pear-flavored soup.
It's a lively, hip spot with plenty of swank - as you can see here.
The windows sit right on the street, so close in fact that passersby can't help but look in when they catch a whiff. This is a place that deserves a re-visit or two, I have a feeling most of what the boys are making in the kitchen is pretty damned good.